--- The true identity of this "friend" is not important to the contents of the dream, thus I referred to her as a "friend" instead. ---
I saw it. No, her; in the middle of a darkened 80s living room, with candles as light sources and wooden walls and furniture. Oh, there was a fireplace. She was just a friend, and she was a lot shorter than me. But she was wild, hostile. Her eyes were narrow and small, like two slits from a knife wound; a huge contrast to reality where her eyes are wide, big and just plain innocent. Her mouth when opened wide, revealed devil teeth; sharp and pointy. She seemed to hate me, as she lunged at me with the force of a beast. I was scared, but I managed to control her.
I felt as if I've treated her real badly.
She seemed too sad, yet too evil.
She wanted to find me--Alvin.
I lied to her and told her that I'm not Alvin, and I hoped that she would believe me. If there is a skill that I'm proud of, it's my ability to control the outcome of dreams. She believed me. Thus we begin our search for Alvin, who is me and wasn't me.
We searched my house. It was a condominium unit, with a connected living and dining room, a door to the kitchen at the back and a hallway to the three bedrooms in the front. We entered the master bedroom. We saw Jillian Michaels (the trainer from The Biggest Loser US) standing, or running on a treadmill? I'm unsure. She motivated us to run. Run to where? Do we need to even run? My house is a small one, there's no need to run.
I felt even more guilty.
Next, we entered my own bedroom. It was night, so it was obviously dark; we didn't bother to turn on the lights. On the floor, we located my pair of black shoes, and inside contains a Pikachu doll. It had its legs broken, and somehow only my friend could fix it.
She didn't fix it.
She, for some reason, decided to attach human doll legs onto it. She attached the legs of a female doll onto it, and the legs of a male doll next to the former. Both the legs were thin, very un-doll-like, and seemingly malnourished, for a doll. Only the female doll's legs fit, and she threw the male doll's legs away.
We found a wig in my drawer; a pink wig to be exact. The wig was chopped up into several pink cubes. I noted the square-like shape. I find it very irritating.
My friend wore the wig, and it is revealed that she is Jessie from Pokemon's Team Rocket.
I felt very relieved, as she was not my friend, but an anime character. I don't know why.
Somehow, a guy appeared beside her. We found another wig, a blue one. It was cut up into several pyramids.
Oh, so the guy was James from Pokemon's Team Rocket.
Suddenly, a mysterious guy banged my room's door(s). I don't know when did that happen, but my room then had two doors; one of it is the usual one (a wooden door), one more is a wooden door with a highly transparent glass pane on the upper half.
He wanted to barge in. He was filled with hatred.
And we know one thing--we had to hide my friend, who is actually Jessie.
I blocked the door, while shouting at him lame excuses (such as "the guests are sleeping" or "the guests are naked").
After we hid her under a blanket, we let the man charge in. I saw an elderly businessman appear right before my bed.
In real life, I felt nature's call.
But, something in my mind felt unsatisfied about that dream; it didn't have a proper end. I was in half-conscious mode; my eyes half-open but my mind was still in dream state. It's time to end the dream.
I immediately deduce that the mysterious guy is Brock from Pokemon, and everyone clapped. I woke up, and immediately wrote this into my iPhone Notes app.
This is not just a dream, this is a message from my subconscious; a message about what? I have yet to know.
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